adventuresinaspergers.com
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I am the father of 3, photographer, & husband. One son with Aspergers & another with Anxiety Disorder, we get by with humor & chicken nuggets!
Sometimes I let myself be fooled into letting my guard down and while I want him to be as independent as possible you just can’t stop being cautious when it comes to your kids. It dawned on me that my wife asked him to take the trash cans to the curb over an hour ago and that’s the last time he was seen. I ran out the door into the 110 degree Oklahoma heat of mid June to find him by the trash cans sweating, trembling, and doing his best to move a trash can that I soon realized I could barley move It’s easy, especially when they get a bit older and seemingly more self sufficient in some areas, to almost let yourself relax.
, does that mean they are going to put up a go fund me to buy an autism service dog for their autistic service dog for their autistic kid? Obviously the cause of autism is a combination of things that my dog & my son have in common like drooling in their sleep, looking at me like I’m speaking a foreign language, & of course turning their nose up at any food I prepare for them. My boarder collie is always refusing to make eye contact with me & other times she will play with things that aren’t really toys like sticks instead of the frisbee I bought her. I’m never going to convince you that sound medical science has proven there are no links between autism & vaccines just like you are never going to convince me that the titanic was sunk as a cover up for Irish government pumping autism into the oceans.
The main thing I’ve learned over the last year of parenting is that kids are like Ninja Turtles. Their dad the dirty rat had to take care of them ensuring that they didn’t get run over…thats pretty much me during the baby toddler years, just make sure they are eating & don’t let them die! The rat then pretty much just tries to raise them but all he can find to help is 80’s TV, Pizza, & Kung Fu…pretty much my entire parenting strategy up to now; Pizza, Full Contact Dadding, & this is not the first holiday season I’ve tried to get them to watch Die Hard with me. Okay maybe thats just my main point but a secondary SUB point is that one day these kids were like these cute little turtles that all I had to do was play with, feed, & keep alive.
You just miss the little things. You know what? & don’t judge me here! I miss the belly laughs at things he didn’t understand. Some of them they don’t even remember were things anymore.